The Gallifrey Chronicles by Lance Parkin

Author:Lance Parkin [Parkin, Lance]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Comics & Graphic Novels, General
ISBN: 9780563486244
Google: RytgBcnelhAC
Amazon: 1849901767
Publisher: BBC
Published: 2005-01-15T05:00:00+00:00

the Doctor pushed it over. Through the new doorway was. . . more corridor.

It was with a distinct sense of anticlimax that the Doctor stepped over

the threshold into the uncharted regions of his TARDIS. Fifty yards down

the corridor, and his mood hadn’t improved.

‘There’s nothing here,’ he complained.

But he’d heard scratching at the wall many times. So this couldn’t be

true. The Doctor knelt down and examined the floor. Nothing.

At the far end of the corridor, round the first corner, he heard a whirring noise, like servo motors. It was heading this way. The Doctor stood, ready

for the new arrival.

It was a robot. It moved smoothly, hovering a little off the ground. It

was battleship grey, with what looked like a gun and some sort of sucker

cup. It watched him with a single electronic eye.

‘You are the Doctor,’ it said in a metallic voice.

‘Yes. Delighted to meet you,’ he replied.

The machine considered its response.

‘I must kill the Doctor,’ it concluded.

The gun flared with light, and the Doctor dived out of the way. The

beam shot past him and was absorbed harmlessly by the wall. He’d been

half-expecting a response like that. The Doctor was on his feet, running

back to the hole he’d cut.

‘Kill the Doctor,’ the robot repeated, rolling after him.

The Doctor ducked left, and an energy bolt whizzed past him. As

he raced back into the part of the TARDIS he knew, the Doctor had one

thought: why on earth would anyone build a robot in the shape of a dog?

The trick was to move quickly, and to know where you were going. The

Vore swarm was in the Low Countries at the moment, but would be over

the English Channel within two hours.

Trix did what she could over the phone, calling the police – not say-

ing who she was, of course – and gradually piecing together the Doctor’s

movements. He’d traced the truck to an address in north London, and a

few hours later the police had mounted an armed siege there, one that had

been called off when the second moon arrived. The police had been busy

with other things since then.

CHAPTER TEN – ASK NOT. . .

168

That was the best she was going to do. Spending several hours in the

hotel’s dining room – the only place with mobile reception – got her out of her bedroom, and stopped her thinking about Fitz. In theory.

Trix went back up to her room. She’d left the shower on. For a moment,

she thought Fitz was going to pull a Bobby Ewing, she was going to find him in the bathroom wondering why she looked so surprised. When she got into

the bathroom, though, there was an odd red stain on the mirror. It looked

like melted lipstick, or possibly crayon. There was also the faint whiff of fly spray. She packed her bag. It took far longer than she thought it would to

find her car keys, twenty minutes, and they only showed themselves when

she broke down crying with the frustration of it all. Then she cleaned

herself up and went downstairs. The receptionist wondered if she’d be

back tonight.

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